Void

a sick nation, starvation (i guess that’s what’s in fashion.) a bait and switch and guess who’s gonna cash in? they wrapped it in cellophane and found a way to sell it. we’re standing knee deep in shit.
can’t you smell it? we’ll disappear without a trace if we don’t spit it right back in their face.
we’ll die for that look. we’ll cut ourselves up for that look. self esteem built on surgery and diet books.